" Give your fucking head a shake! pony the fuck up and get the fuck over yourself! You’re a long time dead, a fucking eternity dead and if things are so interminably abhorrent in your present situation rest well a-fucking-surred they could get a damn sight worse!
No matter how bad things may seem to your entitled ass, it could be worse. It could be a lot worse. And you only need look in the news to see people who have got it a lot lot lot worse than you have!
Doesn’t mean that you have a bad situation, a terrible situation, a self defined hopeless situation! But there are people who would envy your situation and swap places in a heartbeat! No matter how hopeless, futile, betrayed distraught you feel now, it can get worse. It can get better, and there are people who are in much darker places
It doesn’t mean it’s pleasant. It’s hard for you, that’s a given. But get a grip. toughen up and fight and smile through your tears and keep the fuck on moving.
( extra internet points for anyone who knows where the last part of that final sentence came from)
Currently, my life sucks. I have too much to do and too little time to do it in. I am overwhelmed by small details. There are days when I just want to give up.
The big thing that keeps me going is knowing that this is the hardest time of my life and that it will get easier.
Now, if I could just stop trying to be so damned perfect so I could get some short term rest…
Back in what I call my “previous life” the only thing that kept me going was, honestly, my cat. I knew that if I suddenly disappeared she’d literally die of a broken heart - she was *my *cat and only mine and there was no way I could ever leave her. We were together for half my life - when I was 17-34 - and when she passed away in 2008 I had just got together with my now-husband and was starting the awesome life I have now, so while losing her hurt like hell, I know that she knows I’m happy & safe.
I also think that if I’d offed myself when I was younger I would have never seen my favourite band in concert from the 3rd row and never made all my dreams come true. I have only 3 things left on my “Bucket List” that I plan to complete in the next couple of years.
I also think about my best friend who woke up one morning with an excruciating headache and died two weeks later from brain & lung cancer at age 38. I owe it to her to live my life to the fullest.
There’s simply too much life to live in a short time and I’m going to make it happen.
My cats. (They need me, and I signed on to take care of them for the rest of their lives, so no quitsies)
My unofficial philosophy of life, which is “This, too, shall pass.” No matter how bad it is (within reason, of course–all bets are off for terminal illness and such) it will almost certainly get better.
Curiosity: If I kill myself, I might miss something cool!
The belief that if my mind survives death, I will take my problems (which are mostly emotional) with me. So I won’t really escape my problems.
Also, the belief that I probably won’t die until the 2060s, assuming I live the average life. I am going to see some amazing advances in the next 50 years and it will be interesting to see. Nations lifted out of poverty, advances in affective neuroscience, medical cures, the fall of dictatorships, etc. I won’t have any meaningful influence of any of those things, but I will get to see them. And it will be amazing. That is a big part of what keeps me going. I know a lot of people are pessimistic about the human race, but I find the human race heroic. We are nothing more than smart apes that are helpless in the face of natural selection, despite that we are solving our problems and taking control of our existence more and more each day.
Cowardice. I would be terrified of the pain involved.
I couldn’t do that to my little sister.
I’d really hate to miss seeing the MMO that succeeds WoW.
Mostly 2. We’ve both struggled with suicidal ideation. And if my sister threw in the towel, I think I would be much more likely to do the same. My mom being left childless would give me pause, but after she’s gone I’d have no further compunctions.
Cowardice? I know there are ways, some take longer than you’d think. Others too…iffy.
I really want to see the Hobbit movie(s). (I once said since I saw the LOTR movies, and Johnny Depp in Dark Shadows {disappointing as it was} I could die happy. But now the Hobbit!)/
I couldn’t do that to my husband. He has no one, he has nothing, poor man. And my daughter. I couldn’t opt out on them.
And sometimes, sometimes there are moments of happiness and wonder. All isn’t bleak, all the time! There’s music, a beautiful fall day, a fabulous meal. There are still things I want to do, places to go, friends to see. A cheezburger cat on facebook can pull me back into the light. I will be at the bottom of a figurative mineshaft, and I’ll see a recipe and think, that looks good, so-and-so would love it if I made that for us.
I wish I could give all of you a big hug and a there-there-it’ll-be-all-right. We could tell each other to hang in there, this too will pass. And it’s true, humans can adapt to anything. Hang in.
Some things in life are bad they can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse
When you’re chewin’ on life’s gristle, don’t grumble give a whistle
And this’ll help things turn out for the best
This. And, by the time I got everything in order to commit suicide “correctly,” my life would be straightened out and I probably wouldn’t feel like doing it anymore.
Everything. No, I take that back–anything is the right answer. Any one of my interests, hobbies, pleasures, etc. would be sufficient to keep me going. Even interests that have never quite made it on my priority list, like learning an instrument or traveling, would likely be sufficient.
